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Ms. Higdon?” Mr. Grey asked. “Ms. Higdon are you paying attention?” Maddie snapped back into reality from nap. “Sorry I’m listening.” Mr. Grey rose his thick eyebrow and nodded. “Then look like it Ms. Higdon. You’re 18, an adult now, act like one.” She nodded, looking at her textbook, attempting to stay in focus on Mr. Grey’s lecture on chemistry. As normal, she was day dreaming. Mr. Grey looks so good with his hair down. He looked so hot yesterday, and today. I wonder if he’s going out running again. I wonder if… Maddie fell asleep. Again.

I remember the first time i saw him like it was yesterday. First day of high school, walking through the halls completely lost, until i stumble upon Mr.P. Tall, strong, perfectly groomed facial hair and and a very tight yet classy outfit. I asked him where room 203 was and he directed me. Ever since that day, I’ve been obsessed.

My heart sped up as I walked across campus. What was supposed to be an enjoyable time for every college student, Spring Break, felt like torture to me. It seemed like every thought in my mind was consumed by him. Someone I couldn’t, or shouldn’t have: Professor Jackson. Ever since my first day in his class, I have wanted him. I knew he wanted me as well, but he was teasing me. We were teasing each other and it was slowly driving me crazy.

Going back to school for me this year couldn’t be more terrifying. Last night was my 18th birthday and my mother bought me socks and headphones. It’s like she doesn’t know that I stopped wanting those things when I was 5. We barely speak. The last time we spoke was about what cereal I wanted, about two days ago. At this point, I’m getting pretty lonely, no one to talk to, no one to confide in. I was completely alone. School just couldn’t get any more terrifying.

I awoke in the morning naked, like I usually do, except this time, when I looked in the mirror, I felt a warm tingle shoot up my clitoris. I always get horniest in the mornings.

Slumped over in my usual seat in the back of class, I pressed my face against the cold desk. The chatter of my classmates was drowned out by my heavy breathing as I watched eraserhead shavings glide along the table, moved by the power of my breath. The lights flickered as I started to drift to sleep, pulling me back for a moment.